I still want an iguana.
I mentioned seeing Carrot’s iguana on his Christmas greeting page, a healthy-looking specimen who looks quite capable of arm-wrestling her keeper. My mate was less than thrilled about the idea.
“He’s got this big, gorgeous iguana who looks like she could bench-press him if she wanted to, and it turns out she’s the little one and he’s got a male who’s even bigger.”
“All the times you’ve asked if you could get an iguana, and I’ve said no? Change that retroactively to ‘God, no’.”
